Matcha Wit Harry - Larry June

Back on my pivot

Time waits for nobody, if you want it go get it

Lately I been in my feelings

But shit I’m plottin on millions my nigga lets get it

Next week we in Denver, Montclair for the winter

Three hunnid dollar dinner, this ain’t really nothing different

She ain’t never had a friend like me, but now it’s done, gone

Gave baby back to the streets

Another flight OT I got checks to get

Six figures tucked off just incase of shit

You told the bitch she can’t strip, tryna' save the bitch

I’m poolside wit it and my juice expensive

Roundtrip flight just to cop some gold

I don’t hang around, I just cop and go

If I tell her too, she on the flight for sure

I let her get the number, to both of my phones

I’ll call you back baby I’m out eatin' some pho

She like «June not the Benz, drive the 5.0»

The game is cold, my heart is colder

In high school we was weighin' them O’s up

I don’t care about being known as the best rapper

I’m looking online, might cop the newest Aston

And gettin' out the game was like tryna stop doin' dope

That’s prolly why I still stay in contact with all my hoes

I only sip 1942 in my living room

Baggin up merch like bricks all paid in full

Why these girls all in my DM, I’m tryna' settle down

Ain’t no waitin' till tomorrow, Imma get it now

Out in Alameda eatin Burma with my main bitch

Pulled up in the drop top

Bitch I’m the greatest, my Airmags the latest

Adrian sent them to me last week, and I thank him

Just think about it, did it all no label

Signed to Warner Brothers for a minute but I hated it

But soaked up the game, got a lot of knowledge

Treated it like I had to go to college

I think they only made 500 of these bottles

Put it in my kitchen, nigga I’m a stylist

I think they only made 1200 of these models

ASC McLaren, same one as my pops